idk bro gimme a break

July 20, 2021 -Untitled pt2 - Minsung

The first thing Jisung did when he woke up was confront this person who would call 'angel' for now. They both sat in a chair, face to face with a table between them. Jisung didn't remove his gaze from the elder neither did Minho. They both had a little staring contest for awhile until the other spoke

"Han Jisung, 21 years old, college student from SNU. Right?" Jisung knotted his eyebrows then started scribling little circles in the air "How'd you know that"

"Connections"

"What kind of connections? Are you a gangster? Mafia?" Minho shook his head "Then, what are you?"

"None of your business" Jisung felt infuriated, he demolished his house and he had the audacity to give him a half assed reply

"What did you say?!"

"I said, it's none of your business, Han Jisung"

Jisung stood up from his seat and slammed his hands on the table, he raised his fist in the air then spitted "You know my name, my age and my goddamn university! How- is this not my-" He cutted himself by letting out a heavy breath. This guy has a thick head, Jisung felt frustrated with this guy. He tried to calm himself and faced the elder.

Underline the word tried

His anger took the wheels and before he knew it, his mouth just started working

"Why would you destroy someone's house just like that?! Are you crazy?!"

Minho inserted one finger in his ear and rubbed his earlobes

"Dude, it's not funny!" Jisung raged.

"I have my reasons" Minho blandly replied

Jisung snorted at him then crossed his arms "I call that bullshit!" he roared "You technically broke into someone's property and also destroyed their house! I'm gonna call the police!" Jisung stated, hurriedly rummaging through his pockets. His hand went deeper in his pockets, his hand traveled to his flannel to his pants.

But its not there.

"Looking for something?" Minho gave him a smirk.

When Jisung met the elder's eyes, he groaned as he realized how this potential gangster probably hid it somewhere.

After Jisung's little outburst, Minho thought he had seen enough.

"Let me get this straight Mr. Han, i bought your house 3 days ago, i had your consent to this. How could you not know this settlement?"Jisung lowered his fist as the other spoke firmly.

"What do you mean? I don't remember selling my property to anybody"

"You did, I listed the exact time of our transaction. I gave you 360 million won in exchange of the deed last friday at 12:09 am" Jisung tried to recall any shits he had done during day. But he failed, so he tried to ask himself once again, what did he do that day? "You happily took the offer. Quite easily if i might say"

"What?"

Minho clicked his tongue then crossed his legs "I tried to tell you, you were drunk but you insisted on selling it to me saying i have a nice voice. I contacted you the next day but you didn't answer, since i already transferred my payment, i took it as a yes"

Jisung held his head, letting all the information sink in his mind.

"So, are we done here?"

"NO!"

"Why not?"

"Because-be-because- I don't remember doing such thing!" Jisung reasoned, dumbly. Minho rolled his eyes at the younger and grabbed the evidence.

Jisung cautiously watched his movements, and perked up his head, seeing a familiar object in Minho's hand.

"Wha-What are you doing?" Like a guilty convict getting caught, Jisung lifted his chin, trying to peek at Minho's phone.

"Going to show you my call log since your stubborn enough to not believe me" Jisung's mouth shaped in to an 'o'

Jisung played with his own wrist for a while. He stared at wall and retraced every single step he did last friday.

He remembered going to his university then at his workplace. After that, Chan guilt tripped him into some weird gathering. Then thats it, he can't remember anything about the party.

Jisung shook his head, hoping to remember anything. But nothing came out.

Jisung rubbed his hands together, still staring into nothing. After a few minutes, he casted his eyes on the ceiling.

Why can't he remember anything?

"Here" The stranger flashed his phone with familiar numbers on it. Jisung silently stared at the numbers and punched himself inside his brain.

That is indeed his number.

Jisung pulled his hair backwards and leaned forward, eyes squinting, double checking if the number is really his.

It really is his, goddamn it.

He plopped in his seat, defeated, and slapped his cheeks. Minho flinched at the loud sound and curiously stared at the younger.

"Do you have to act like this for a shabby house?"

"It's not shabby!"

"It is. Now that you have 360 million won, you can afford a better one" Minho pointed out

"Its not like that! "

"Then what is it?"

"Why would i say it to a stranger who destroyed my house?" He fired

"Why not?" Minho was genuinely curious. Because for him, the house was nothing but a disgusting fragment his father left.  He saw the puny brunette fold his arms

"Maybe because your aura literally radiates sketchy"

"What do you mean by sketchy?"

"you tell me, you were suppose to know it all" Jisung rolled his eyes and faced the other way